We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Teacher, what year did you go to England?"

"I went to study in the UK in the early 2000s. Back then, I was in London, and I could even travel to the surrounding cities during holidays." Teacher Li chuckled twice. "But the environment is different now. If you want to study abroad, you can consider many other factors."

She paused for a moment and then added, "Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to learn English well, especially spoken English."

Studying in the UK?

*Thud.* The pen slipped from Li Mubai's hand and fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up.

He had considered the possibility of going abroad with Xie Shu, but his family's financial situation couldn't support such an option, so he only ever thought about it.

When Xie Zhiqiang asked him that night if he wanted to go abroad, he refused—just like the position he had maintained during the debate, he didn't want to accept other people's kindness for no reason.

Xie Zhiqiang said it was for Xie Shu's happiness, but... it seemed like a transaction. Li Mubai provided emotional value, and Xie Zhiqiang provided money. He didn't want it to be like this.

Ring ring—!

The urgent school bell interrupted his thoughts, and he silently packed up his textbooks to prepare for the next lesson.

"Xinle, Zhouzhou, Teacher Zhong is calling you."

"Okay, coming right away."

Li Mu glanced out the window. The afternoon sun shone on the windowsill, and he noticed that several potted green plants had appeared out of nowhere, their leaves shining brightly in the sunlight. He stood up, picked up a water glass, and went to get some water.

"Xinle! Zhouzhou! What are you carrying?!"

"Envelopes and letter paper."

"What are you doing? Writing a letter?"

"Is this a message for younger students?"

Lin Xinle placed a stack of envelopes on the podium. Before she could answer, the light at the door dimmed for a moment, and Zhong Jianjun walked in with a stern face. He was almost never without a stern face.

The people who were just standing around the podium quickly returned to their places, like fallen leaves scattered by the wind.

He stood on the podium with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over each student's face. In just over two months, he would be parting ways with these students.

"Here are envelopes and letter paper, one for each person," he began, his voice still hoarse. "Write about your future ten years from now."

"Ten years from now?" someone couldn't help but repeat in a low voice.

A slight commotion arose from the audience, but Zhong Jianjun did not stop it. He waited for the commotion to subside naturally before continuing to speak:

"The class monitor and vice class monitor, please distribute these. There aren't many left. Think carefully before you write them. After you're done, please collect them and store them in the school history museum."

School History Museum?

Their school even has a school history museum? Li Mubai had been at the school for almost three years, and this was the first time he had ever heard of such a place.

"Teacher, will it be unsealed in ten years?"

"Yes." Zhong Jianjun nodded, his stern face seeming to relax a little. "By then, you will probably all be in important positions with bright futures."

"What if things don't go well?" Zhao Feng muttered in a low voice.

Zhong Jianjun looked in the direction of the sound, and Zhao Feng quickly lowered his head guiltily.

"Then don't say I taught you."

"Hahaha—" The whole class laughed.

Zhong Jianjun rarely makes jokes, but the effect was quite good.

The letter paper and the kraft paper envelope were placed on Li Mubai's desk. He looked at them for a long time but did not write anything.

"You can also write what you want to say to yourself ten years from now," Zhong Jianjun added.

What message would you give to yourself ten years from now?

He picked up his pen.

"Honey……"

I stopped after writing just three words; it seemed a bit too cheesy.

But we're not going to break it up now; it'll be ten years from now. We'll talk about it then.

He lowered his head again and continued writing.

"Is everything written?" Zhong Jianjun's voice came from the podium.

"It's finished—" A drawn-out voice echoed from every corner.

Li Mubai just put down his pen, folded the letter, and stuffed it into the envelope.

Lin Xinle started collecting from the first row of the first group. When it was Li Mubai's turn to hand it out, he watched as the kraft paper envelope was taken away, mixed into a pile of envelopes of the same color, and finally placed in a corner of the podium.

Ten years later, will he open this letter alone, or...?

"Take out last week's test papers and continue with the lessons. Now is not the time to relax. 74 days—74 days is enough for some people to turn the tide! It's also enough time for you to improve your grades!"

It was a bit of a mood killer... Li Mubai silently took out his exam paper.

He was like a slow-witted old man; the moment the bell rang, everyone around him rushed out of the classroom and headed for the cafeteria, but he remained as slow as ever.

A faint floral fragrance wafted in the air. The cherry tree by the roadside had blossomed sometime during the day, with pink petals hanging sparsely on the branches, and a thin layer of pink had fallen to the ground.

Xie Shu was nowhere to be seen under the familiar tree. He stopped, turned around, and saw her running out of the teaching building, her glasses still on her nose, as if she had forgotten to take them off in her haste to get out.

"Li Mubai." She ran up to him and stopped, pursed her lips, and smiled slightly.

There is indeed a big difference between liking and disliking someone; being with someone you like always makes you unconsciously radiate happiness.

"Let's go eat." He turned around and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Wait a minute," Xie Shu called out to him.

He turned around, and Xie Shu, who had been keeping his right hand in his pocket, reached out and handed him a light green envelope.

"This is..." Li Mubai took it and glanced down at it.

"Today, the class asked us to write messages for ten years from now, to be sealed in the school history museum." Xie Shu's gaze fell on the letter. "I've been thinking about it, and I haven't written you a letter yet."

"Will this letter also not be opened for another ten years?" He flipped through it; the light green cover was adorned with a few white patterns, which reminded him of jasmine flowers.

"Hmm." She nodded, then added, "Ideally, ten years from now."

"The best?" He looked up at her.

"We can't demolish it now." Her tone was a little faster than before.

"Okay." The more she said that, the more Li Mubai wanted to see.

"Quickly put it away." Xie Shu reached out and grabbed his wrist, which was holding the letter, and stuffed that hand, along with the envelope, into his coat pocket.

"Ten years from now," she emphasized again.

"Understood, ten years from now." Li Mubai could only suppress his curiosity for the time being.

"How's your novel coming along?" she suddenly changed the subject.

Li Mubai was visibly taken aback for a moment, then a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Uh... the baby died in the womb."

"Did you get stuck?"

"I was too busy in my senior year of high school, so I didn't have much time to write."

Xie Shu chuckled softly, then expertly pulled Li Mubai's hand and held it tightly: "Then write it after graduation. Anyway, I want to read what you write about our story."

I'll do my best.

After he finished speaking, he tried to break free, but Xie Shu's soft, cold hands clung tightly to him.

"Now it's just friends holding hands," Xie Shu added. "Look at those girls, they're all holding hands while they go to eat."

"But didn't we sign an agreement?"

"The agreement has been unilaterally nullified."

Li Mubai didn't know how to respond. He tried to draw again, but still failed.

"Besides, the college entrance exam is coming soon. As long as it's not too outrageous, the school won't do anything to the good students," Xie Shu added.

"Are you a good student?" He turned to look at her. "You're a bad student."

"Yes, I was a bad student." Xie Shu nodded frankly. "You led me astray."

She laughed first after she finished speaking.

Sigh... Li Mubai sighed helplessly in his heart. He looked around and saw that there weren't many people.

He stopped, turned to face her, and then gently hugged her under Xie Shu's questioning gaze.

Time seemed to stand still as the spring breeze carried a pink cherry blossom, gently landing on Xie Shu's hair.